I work in the marketing department of a large multinational company supplying pharmaceutical products. After 8 years I have risen to be the Head of the Sales and Marketing Department. The company has some lucrative contracts with private and government hospitals and is highly profitable. Salaries are good and bonuses even better. It is not unusual to get 6 months bonus depending on company performance. In my department I lead a team of six sales staff and some admin and clerical staff. I run a tight ship and my staff know I am strict but fair. I may be pushy but I know how to reward them when reward is due.
It was lunch time about half a year ago and as usual I gulped down a quick lunch which my tea lady had packed for me from a nearby coffee shop and continued working. One of my jobs is to verify that the prices given by our suppliers and sold to our clients are within our guidelines. Sales staff are allowed some flexibility based on customer credit rating and volume when quoting prices but discounts given should not be overboard and have to be approved by me. On this particular day I needed to check the price of a specific product which a customer had ordered a big volume. I remembered that this customer has ordered the same product last year so I accessed the sales record on the server to check the price we sold him previously. To my annoyance the sales invoice wasn’t scanned in properly; the critical figures were too blurred to read. Somebody needs a ticking off, I thought.
This means that I had to get hold of the paper copy to check. We keep previous years’ files in a filing room located on the 3rd floor. We seldom need to access them as almost every document is scanned in and kept on the server. I looked out of the glass panel to the outer office but there was nobody around I could request to fetch the file. I could wait until somebody returned from lunch but it was always my style to finish something as soon as possible and go on to the next. With a sigh and making a mental note to find out who made the lousy scan I went to the staircase and climbed two floors to the filing room.
The filing room occupied half of the 3rd floor with the rest of the floor used for storage of excess furniture, computers, medical equipment and whatever else we had no use for but didn’t want to throw away yet. There were no offices here so it was a lonely place with little traffic. The box files were stored in rows of 7 foot high metal racks and there were certainly a lot of files representing more than 10 years of the company’s business. Using my keycard I entered the floor and was surprised to find that some of the lights were on. Someone must have forgotten to switch off the lights, I thought but this company could afford to pay the electric bill.
I quickly located last year’s rack and was about to look for the customer’s file when I heard some sounds coming from the back of the room. It sounded like…heavy breathing and a rhythmic slapping sound. Then a male grunt and female cries of pleasure. Slowly I made my way to the sounds using the racks as cover. I peered around the corner and there was the source of the sounds which I already figured out was a couple engaged in the throes of sex. Sure enough there was Joyce, one of my sales staff and Mike, a marketing staff based in the office doing the nasty. Joyce’s skirt was hitched up, her panties pulled down to one ankle and Mike’s trousers and underwear were around his ankles. He was lifting one of her legs high and pumping her from behind as she leaned against the rack. Her head was thrown back, her eyes closed and from her open mouth issued a stream of pleasured gasps and moans. Both of them were oblivious to my presence. I took out my smartphone and fired off a few shots making sure both of them were recognizable.
I stepped out from behind the rack and demanded in my loudest and gruffest voice, “What is going on here?”
They jumped apart in shock. Mike quickly pulled up his underwear and trousers and she flipped down her skirt, not bothering to pull up her panties which she removed from her ankle and squeezed in her hand. They gazed at me in silent horror.
“Both of you are a disgrace!” I thundered. “I expect resignations from both of you today. Otherwise, I will fire both of you and make known the reason.”
Not a word from these two caught red-handed like two naughty children, I turned around and left them standing there looking sheepish and shell shocked. Then I quickly found the file I wanted and went back to my office.
This company has a very strict protocol on office romances. Romantic liaisons between staff are frowned upon as being non-conducive to work with negative effect on team work, morale and office procedures. Staff who have fallen for each other are expected to declare their relationship to HR and HR will try to transfer one of them to an unrelated department. If this is not possible one of them will be invited to resign with a generous severance. Refusal to resign can mean termination on less attractive terms and no referral letter.
Joyce decided that she had a client to meet outside and left the office in a hurry. She was a married woman, 37 years of age and had worked in the company for a little more than 3 years. Mike was based in the office he couldn’t make himself scarce. He was a young single man, 28 years of age and had joined the company only 6 months ago. Getting into this company was really competitive and he thought he had found a good company to stay long term. Now he will have to start looking for another job. He stared emptily at his computer screen as if he was somewhere else, looking morose if he was contemplating an uncertain future. I almost felt sorry for him. At 5pm he knocked on my door and handed me his resignation letter. He would leave in one month’s time after deducting his leave. I accepted it grimly, shook his hand and wished him well, saying that I would keep this incident a secret. He thanked me warmly and hoped we remain friends.
I usually worked late on most days and that day was one of them. It was already 7.30pm, the sky outside was darkening and everybody else had left the office. I was getting ready to leave when the door opened and Joyce walked in. She knocked on my door and entered.
“Have you come to give me your resignation letter?” I asked.
She stood in front of my desk, her face crestfallen and looking flushed.
“I thought we could talk it over,” she said meekly.
“There is nothing to talk about,” I said. “Your behavior was inexcusable. You are a married woman, you should be ashamed of yourself!”
“Yes,” she replied, “but please hear me out. As you know my husband was handicapped in a motor accident last year. He is also taking medicine for depression and it leaves him with no libido. He hasn’t touched me for months and he doesn’t want me to touch him. I can’t excuse myself but it has been tough for me.”
“Furthermore, I really need this job. I can get another job outside but the pay and bonus won’t be as good. My husband has no income now and I really need to keep this job.”
“You should have thought about that before you started shagging in the office,” I said sternly. “You know this company has very strict rules regarding office relationships.” When it comes to enforcing rules I was known as an asshole.
She looked about to cry and then composed herself. “I…I thought we can make an arrangement.”
“There will be no arrangement, just submit in your resignation. As I’ve promised Mike I will keep this incident to myself. You can invent whatever reason you want to resign, I don’t care.”
“Look, I know you are not getting enough from your wife. I heard from the guys.”
“My sex life is none of your business,” I said sharply, “and if you are thinking of that sort of arrangement the answer is NO! I’m not going to jeopardize my job for a fuck.”
It was true that I was not getting enough from my wife. We were both 45 and sex for her had declined in importance until it comes down to a fuck a month. That was starvation level for me and it wasn’t even good sex. Blowjobs had become a thing of the past and even French kissing is forbidden. She evaded my embrace and the only foreplay allowed was a few gropes on her breasts and ass. Our only position was missionary with her urging me to get it over quickly. I had discussed and joked with my boys about sex-starved husbands. When my sex life declined I spend more time in my work to tap of some of the excess energy but it was frustrating all the same. I seldom visited whores as I consider their service unfulfilling.
“Look Joyce,” I said evenly, “it’s pointless to resist. If you don’t resign, I’m going to terminate you and I have to inform HR the real reason. I’m giving you a face-saving way to exit.”
“And another thing, being fired gets you nothing extra in severance. Just go home and give me your letter tomo…Wait! What are you doing??”
Joyce had stepped to the window and closed the venetian blinds. Then with a smooth motion she lifted up her dress over her head and dropped it to the floor.
My eyes bulged in my sockets. I stared at her like a boy gawking at a roomful of toys. Underneath the dress she was wearing the skimpiest bikini I had ever seen. Two tiny triangles to cover her nipples, not her breasts and another tiny triangle to cover her private part. Or tried to. The lines of her pussy lips could be seen through the thin material and her public hair peeked out at the sides. Nothing except a string to divide her ass. There was no doubt that Joyce was a pretty and shapely woman with bigger than average breasts and the outfit she was wearing revealed her body more indecently than if she had been completely naked.
“I don’t mean only one fuck,” she cooed, “but a regular long-term arrangement. You can have me anytime you want.”
We stared at each other. Time seemed to stand still. The room, the office, the company, the rest of the world disappeared. There was no boss, no subordinate, no colleagues, only a man and a woman. In that sliver of time I thought of protecting my job, I thought of my wife, I thought of my two sons but there was no way I could resist this beautiful woman. My resolved weakened and my cock hardened.
“What will it be boss? Shall I put my dress back on”, she finally broke the silence.
I would like to say that I turned her down and told her to get out of my room but that was not what happened. I made a decision and I’m not proud of it but what else could I do? I was a sex starved man. It would take an angel to resist this woman standing practically naked in front of me and I was no angel. Hell, if all she was offering was one fuck I would have taken it.
“Come sit on my lap.” I said in an almost begging tone.
She came around to my side of the table and sat sideways on my lap. I put my arms around her waist and kissed her neck. Her lips sought out mine to give me a deep kiss, her tongue probing into my mouth. It has been a long time since I had a woman sit on my lap and it felt so good. My hands soon swiped away the ridiculous tiny triangles covering her nipples and was delighted to find that she had big nipples. I lost no time tweaking them with my fingers and sucking on them. She held my head and moaned in appreciation. Then she opened my shirt and sucked my nipples as I petted her head and stroked her hair. Then she leaned her head against my shoulders and murmured, “What do you want me to do for you now, boss?”
Just holding her body as she sat on my lap, feeling her soft skin against mine, her head pressed against my shoulder and her breast pressed against my chest was already an incredible pleasure but she was offering more. I didn’t want her to leave my lap but greater pleasures lie ahead. “How about a blowjob?” I asked.
“Sure, boss,” she replied enthusiastically. She went on her knees in front of me and helped me to remove my trousers. My engorged cock was soon throbbing in front of her. She caressed my cock and balls with delicate fingers and then licked my shaft up and down stopping occasionally to give my balls some oral love. Then she engulfed the head into her mouth and pleasured the tip before bobbing her head up and down on my cock while massaging my balls. She certainly knew how to please a man with her mouth. Did I mention I couldn’t remember the last time I got a blowjob from my wife? An act long lost in the mists of time. As she sucked me wantonly, she was on her hands and knees and I had a magnificent view of her naked body with her thin waist expanding into the rounded globes of her ass still shod in tiny thong panties. It was an exhilarating sight. I soon felt my seed rising inexorably. “I’m cumming,” I warned her expecting her to pull her head away but she bobbed her head up and down even more vigorously until I shot my load into her mouth with a grunt of pleasure. As my semen shot out she swallowed and it ended with her cleaning the tip of my cock with her tongue. It was the best blowjob I ever had in my life. If her husband is missing this he must be mad, libido or no libido.
“I’ll help you get hard again and you can fuck me,” she said with a mischievous look in her eyes.
“For man pushing 46 it’s not going to happen in the next hour,” I replied, “but I’ll like to give you some oral fucking.”
She stood up and invited me to strip off her tiny panties. I motioned her to lie on the carpet with her legs on my lap. Then I lifted up her bottom until her pussy was within reach of my tongue and started to return the favour. She moaned and grinded her pussy against my face as I licked her clit varying my tongue strokes to enhance her pleasure. Did I mention that I couldn’t remember the last time my wife allowed me to lick her pussy? For a man out of practice I must say that I must be doing quite well judging by her pleasured moans and groans. After a few minutes of my oral caress she exploded in a shuddering orgasm.
We kissed and parted that night with plans to meet in a hotel on the coming Saturday. I gave her some money and told her to book a hotel in town, check in and message me her room number. I chose a hotel on top of a shopping complex to avoid being seen entering a hotel from the street. On Saturday I told my wife that I had to meet some clients for lunch but to expect me back for dinner. I made my way to the hotel and knocked on her door, my heart racing in excitement. She was dressed in sexy lingerie with tiny red thong panties and a sheer transparent top which revealed her naked breasts through the gauze material and left her long legs bare. We embraced tightly, my arms around her waists and her arms around my neck, her lips seeking mine to kiss. I’ve forgotten how good it is to embrace a woman’s body against mine standing up. My wife has avoided such embraces long ago for fear that it may lead to requests for sex. We kissed deeply while my hand explored her bare ass cheeks. Then she stepped back and undressed me until I was only in my briefs, my raging hard on making a tent. Without further ado she pulled down my briefs to reveal my engorged cock and firmly lead me by my cock to the bed.
I laid on my back on the plush King size bed while she removed her lingerie top to free her bountiful breasts with big pointed nipples as the cherries on them. Then she straddled me with her tits in front of my face inviting me to suck. I needed no urging. My mouth worked on her nipples making them hard and even more pointed while my hands were busy kneading the soft firm melons. Then she used her pointed nipples to massage my chest and groin with special attention to my cock. It was feelings beyond paradise. This was followed by a cat bath starting with licking my nipples and her tongue roaming sensually down to my legs. My cock was saved for last with a short and highly pleasurable tongue caress.
What happened next was beyond my imagination and almost blew my mind. She urged me to turn over and lift up my ass. Then she rimmed my ass with her tongue while massaging my cock and balls from behind. Never have I felt such pleasurable sensations! After a short while I had to tell her to stop before I blew my load. I wanted to return the pleasure so I put her in the same position I was in with her ass in the air. Her thong panties were tied with string so I merely pulled the string to unfasten them and reveal her juicy pussy to my hungry eyes. Then I rimmed her ass and licked her pussy while she moaned in appreciation. When she was on the point of orgasm I pulled back, making her beg for more. The second time I pulled back she orgasmed anyway with her legs shaking in pleasure.
“Fuck me! Fuck your slut now!” she almost screamed. I did not need to be told twice. I fucked her as she lay on her back with her legs wide open varying my strokes between deep and shallow thrusts and sometimes circling my groin with my shaft buried deep into her. Her pussy was tight as she never had a child and she knew how to tighten her pussy muscles to grip my cock like a nun’s cunt. “You can cum inside me, I’m sterile,” she panted. Hearing this I lose control and shot my load. How long did I last? I wasn’t keeping time but it must have been no more than 3 mins. For a sex starved man with a hot new partner this was nothing to be ashamed of. It felt so good to spray my hot cum deep into her as nature intended. Sex with my wife always ended with withdrawal to shoot my cum into a tissue to avoid pregnancy. This woman has given me so many sensations that I thought I would never experience again.
We lay in each other’s arms making pillow talk in the afterglow of sex. I asked her how long she and Mike had been intimate. She said that was the first time. “First time, and we got caught!” she grumbled. “Will you be seeing him again,” I enquired. She said that Mike had decided not to contact her anymore as he was guilty about his girlfriend and being caught had been traumatic for him. “I’m pushing 38, I can’t compete with a young girl,” she said. I told her that she will be forever a young girl in my eyes which led to her giving me a playful squeeze on my balls. I enquired about her husband and she said he can’t get over being paralyzed in one leg and is still depressed. He refused to touch her and rejected her advances for sex. “Your husband is a fool.” I said. “His plumbing is still good and he could fuck his way out of depression with a wife like you.” She said that she did not have sex for 6 months before that interrupted tryst with Mike and it was more like a mercy fuck from him. “It’s not easy as I have a high sex drive,” she added.
We napped a little and then ordered room service for a late lunch. Then we took a shower together where she gently encouraged my cock to rise again by washing me thoroughly with special attention on my little brother. Our second session started soon after but I will not bore with all the dirty details. Suffice to say it was as exciting as the first. We did 69 and fucked doggie and cowgirl style before finishing with missionary. I redeemed myself by lasting for 10 mins and bringing her to orgasm twice. “Fuck me, I’m all yours! I’m your fuck toy!” she screamed in the throes of passion. Before we parted she whispered in my ear, “Next time you can fuck me in the ass” which sent a thrill down my spine.
We met each other once a week, more if both of us can get away. She fulfilled all my fantasies like anal sex, ass rimming, ball sucking, toe licking, cum in mouth, cum swallowing, deepthroat, shower sex, sexual massage, 69 and a few I don’t even know how to label. She taught me new positions that I never imagined before and is always adventurous to try new things. Sometimes we had role playing where she will wear sexy outfits like schoolgirl, nurse, maid and office girl. It was an incredibly exciting period in my life. I stopped asking my wife for sex and it was 3 months before she noticed, the bitch! When she offered me I declined saying that it was kinder to deny me sex completely than to give me starvation sex where I had to fight an ever aching need. She offered me sex twice a month and I declined again saying that it is still starvation level and nothing more than duty sex. We left it at that and I think she felt that she has won a victory.
It has been 6 months since Joyce and I became intimate and I’m scared. Sacred that our secret affair will be exposed and worried about losing my 6 figures a year income and regular 6 months bonus. We try to be as careful as possible like changing hotels frequently, not taking leave on the same day and never doing anything naughty in the office but can once conceal one’s body language completely? Are the staff giving me knowing looks recently or is it just my imagination? Every time I’m called into the CEO’s office, I wonder whether it is to discuss my “indiscretion”. I’ve begged Joyce to look for another job but she refused saying she will never be able to get such good pay and bonus. I’m also stressed out concealing the affair from my wife, trying not to give telling signs and making excuses to find time to get away for trysts with Joyce. “What if she suspects and gets someone to follow me?” I thought. “What if Joyce’s husband suspects and gets someone to follow her?” I’ve even tried to break off with Joyce and re-initiate a more meaningful sex life with my wife but she is not interested in spicing up our sex. Sex with Joyce is wild and wonderful but I’m not a peaceful man.
The phone rang in my office one crisp morning. “Good morning Mr. Tan, the CEO, COO and GM will like to see you in the meeting room in 10 minutes,” the pleasant voice at the other end said.
“I’ll be there,” I replied. My heart sank. Three big bosses want to see me at the same time. Is this the axe falling? I look outside the glass panel of my office at Joyce and decided that whatever happens I will not regret it. There are many jobs but only one Joyce, only one woman who can bring such joy to my life. So what if my wife finds out? She can’t expect me to remain monogamous if she doesn’t take care of my sexual needs. All the stress rolled off my shoulders and I stood up, ready to face whatever the future brings.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/12sp75s/the_office_affair_a_manager_discovers_an_affair
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